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Flibbity flobbity, floogilly florgally. That's how I feel, all mushy inside. I had stuff I was going to talk about earlier in the week, but I think I forgot what. Not surprising. Of course, there's all this weirdness going on with...her, but whatever. I should say no more.
So last Saturday I went the Vu. First time I actually went to a strip club. Sadly, I enjoyed myself. I'm more of an average male than I'd ever want to admit. But it's true...grrrr. Ah well, I really shouldn't go near strip clubs, considering how obsessive I am about sex and girls and how easily manipulated by the opposite sex I am, they're just bad news for me. But I'll probably end up back at one sooner rather than later.
Sunday I played poker with Austin and that smug bastard Joe. I swear, he was talking about how great the grape kool-aid blizzard at Dairy Queen is and when I heard him say, "It's purple, gotta have Tommy colors," I about leapt across the table and snapped his neck. Well, not really, I am a pacifist, but pacifists can get angry once in a while too. You should hear what I want to do to George W.
Um, Monday, nothing much happened. Except the weirdness, I think. Tuesday, just work and nothing much else. Well, I may have went with my dad to Old Chicago. I can't keep this stuff straight. No no, I think Monday was Old Chicago and Tuesday I went to see The Order, it was pretty slow and uneventful. Wednesday nothing happened, Thursday I hung out with Austin, and Friday a bunch of us celebrated Margaret's birthday. A day late, her b-day's September 11, how morbid. Ah well. She wanted to see Once Upon a Time in Mexico, I was a sucker so I bought her ticket, I also bought her a b-day present, but haven't given it to her yet. I will when I have to pick up my mini fridge.
Here's a bold prediction, when I go to pick up my mini-fridge I lent to her there won't be much conversation at all. I'll show up, say hi, I'll give her her present, she'll show me to the fridge, I'll put it in my car, and she'll expect me to leave right then. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic.
Saturday Austin and I went to Katy's whine and cheese party. It was an interesting crowd there, a lot of people were wearing their baseball cap slightly crooked. But they're good people once you get talking to them. And it's not like I have any room to chastise people for smoking the wacky tobacky.
Then today, nothing much happened here. Learned some VB, watched some baseball and a little football, nothing much else. Twins better win the division or I'll be pissed.
Thought of the Day: You know, Forrest Gump is a movie about a retarded southerner who ends up becoming rich and wins the heart of the people. It kind of reminds me of a certain president of the United States of America.
Quote of the Day: "Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars," Casey Casum
So last Saturday I went the Vu. First time I actually went to a strip club. Sadly, I enjoyed myself. I'm more of an average male than I'd ever want to admit. But it's true...grrrr. Ah well, I really shouldn't go near strip clubs, considering how obsessive I am about sex and girls and how easily manipulated by the opposite sex I am, they're just bad news for me. But I'll probably end up back at one sooner rather than later.
Sunday I played poker with Austin and that smug bastard Joe. I swear, he was talking about how great the grape kool-aid blizzard at Dairy Queen is and when I heard him say, "It's purple, gotta have Tommy colors," I about leapt across the table and snapped his neck. Well, not really, I am a pacifist, but pacifists can get angry once in a while too. You should hear what I want to do to George W.
Um, Monday, nothing much happened. Except the weirdness, I think. Tuesday, just work and nothing much else. Well, I may have went with my dad to Old Chicago. I can't keep this stuff straight. No no, I think Monday was Old Chicago and Tuesday I went to see The Order, it was pretty slow and uneventful. Wednesday nothing happened, Thursday I hung out with Austin, and Friday a bunch of us celebrated Margaret's birthday. A day late, her b-day's September 11, how morbid. Ah well. She wanted to see Once Upon a Time in Mexico, I was a sucker so I bought her ticket, I also bought her a b-day present, but haven't given it to her yet. I will when I have to pick up my mini fridge.
Here's a bold prediction, when I go to pick up my mini-fridge I lent to her there won't be much conversation at all. I'll show up, say hi, I'll give her her present, she'll show me to the fridge, I'll put it in my car, and she'll expect me to leave right then. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic.
Saturday Austin and I went to Katy's whine and cheese party. It was an interesting crowd there, a lot of people were wearing their baseball cap slightly crooked. But they're good people once you get talking to them. And it's not like I have any room to chastise people for smoking the wacky tobacky.
Then today, nothing much happened here. Learned some VB, watched some baseball and a little football, nothing much else. Twins better win the division or I'll be pissed.
Thought of the Day: You know, Forrest Gump is a movie about a retarded southerner who ends up becoming rich and wins the heart of the people. It kind of reminds me of a certain president of the United States of America.
Quote of the Day: "Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars," Casey Casum